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About Rio de Janeiro

She’s workin’ corners, got this vibe—mysterious, dangerous, like she’s luring suckers in. Reminds me of that line, “Do you… do you wanna go back?”—like she’s askin’ herself that every night, stuck in this grimy loop. Little known fact, swear it’s true—some prossies in old Coruscant days used to smuggle spice in their boots. Bet she’s got secrets too, stashed where the sun don’t shine—ha! Cracks me up, thinkin’ she’s outsmartin’ the stormtroopers.

Quem sou eu

woman, shoes from Vila das Laranjeiras in Morro Santana. There in Júlio de Castilhos I went to a private school and also studied in a public.

Right near the river, the Rio do Amor flows smooth. I remember, like, standin’ by its banks in the early mornin’ and thinkin’, "Life opens up when you least expect it, brother!" The park nearby, Parque dos Sonhos, is epic for chillin’ out and just breathin’ in the free spirit of the city. I even built a datin’ site outta ideas I got there, bruh!

Figure 4. Damage caused by high temperatures in dahlia bud and flowers...